Only seconds ago I was asked by the elderly man i was just eavesdropping on about the wifi I’m using now on my iPad. I told him I’m lucky to have a weak signal from the supermarket next door. Assuming he would barely know what an iPad is, I told him I always sit here as its the only table where you can get a signal. He replied he’ll sit here tomorrow cause normally when he brings his tablet he can’t get any wifi. Modern grandad, how cool is that?
Looking around I see two groups of people; housewives sometimes with little children and retired people. Not really my age group, but as this is the only place to have breakfast in the middle of nowhere a.k.a my hometown I have no choice. And quite frankly it makes a good, quiet environment to study in and breakfast is only one euro.
But as you can imagine iPad-man’s and his breakfast-partner’s stories are far more interesting than multinational business finance could ever be. They speak about their neighbors (hers are refugees and his are immigrants from Curaçao), about how she made fresh vegetable soup last night while he coincidentally ate soup as well and about what they’re going to do next. They say goodbye and she leaves for the supermarket, while he walks home since he already bought the bread he needed.
What’s striking is to see how happy they really are. They both seem to have settled into a slower paced but happier life and don’t care that it’s utterly boring. Or maybe the boredom is just my perception and I’m actually a little envious that they manage to be happy without the thrills and stress that I seem to need so badly.
Maybe I too should spend more time on simple things such as grocery shopping and a little less on needing to perform. But first I have to finish (and start) a ten page essay before midnight.. sigh.